Black Dust: A poem

possessed,impossible,ordinary,

dead wood, hideous, ugly

dark coffin

 

a gentle black flood in the mind

 

clean blooms

of love and venom

 

a garden of horns

 

drink to the something of the moth

 

Quiet

Proud

“At poor peace”

 

fly forever

on wings of

anger

 

carve the sun in the image of the dream

sear your names upon the blister of the sky

 

sin and believe:

Frailty is achieved

lay all day in an unmade bed

blind your brother

mock your sister

hours burn the breast

gravel fills some void

 

a living furnace, a treachery

hostility

 

salacious deeds,

death in the morning

 

Death on Sunday Morning

 

stuff is spattered when the mouth is shut

 

the heart is taught that the mouth is shut.

 

7 Responses to “Black Dust: A poem”

  1. April Jones says:

    The poems here are very good I enjoyed them all ! I wish you guys the very best in everything that comes your way! Keep up the great work and have fun. Hope to read more poems from all of you :)

  2. R.P.Gberdex says:

    I have to say I think this one is my favorite so far. That is until you post hobocop!

  3. Celi says:

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  4. JoefromTWG says:

    This poem is good, very descriptive. Did you write it? If so you should write for bands! Reminded me of a band called porcupine tree’s lyrics.

  5. Zusman says:

    Lets chill w/ the space turtles headed toward Forever Island.

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